Betrayed Chapter 1

My tongue touched it and recoiled. It was such a revolting, unnatural feeling. My mind raced. Unnatural? Was it any more natural for Susan when she had blown me? Was it more natural for Dianna, who was even then giving me a world-class blowjob? Being here with her, this way, it was becoming more and more difficult to think of her as anything but the beautiful woman she appeared. If I had no problem eating out my wife, could I reject a woman as attractive as Dianna just because she had an 'outie' instead of an 'innie'?

I tickled it just a little with my tongue. I felt the tremor course through her body and was encouraged by it. I softly lathed the underside of the glans with the tip, then swirled my tongue around and around. She responded by pulling it out a little, then pushed it in a little deeper. She repeated this again and again, until the tip tickled my throat. I gagged involuntarily. She pulled back a bit and paused, then eased forward again. I coughed a little, but it wasn't as much a shock this time. Sensing this, the comely courtesan lifted her own mouth off my joyrod for a moment.

"Open your throat, Sugar," she cooed encouragingly. "Breathe through your nose. Don't fight it. Just let it happen. You know you want it."

I struggled with myself, attempting to remind myself, convince myself I did not want it. Yet I did nothing to discourage her oral assault. No one was more surprised than I when I realized my nose was being tickled by her neatly-trimmed pubic hair. A bizarre memory popped into my head; a flashback to my younger days of avid television watching.

I can't believe I ate the whoooooooole thing.

I was in no position to see Dianna's face. I sensed her smile. Perhaps it was just the way her mouth moved around my cock that made me think it.

The tidal wave of sensations and emotions was just too much to resist. I was caught up, overwhelmed, swept away in the powerful rush. My vision blurred. My back arched off the mattress. Blood pounded in my temples. I heard nothing beyond the intense roaring in my ears. My body spasmed as every neural synapse seemed to fire at once. I came in quarts, gallons, oceans – at least, it felt that way.